The Great Pretender Testo

Monica sighed
Rolled on her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered

She was moved by his wheels
She was just up from Wales
He was fueled by her coals and he was coming to catch her

Lose the sense of time
Nail down the blinds And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending

Joking aside
The mechanical bride
Has fallen prey to the Great Pretender

Let me just point out discreetly
Though you never learn
All those tawdry late night weepies
I could make you weep more cheaply

As the empty moon enamels
Monica with spoons and candles
Bangs around without the light on
Furniture to get it right on

Settled in a homely fishpool
Hung with little eels
Often thinks that travel widens
Stay at home, the trout obliges
Monica sighed
Rolled on to her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered